your back home late at night after work, feeling tired as usual. You see a pot of spaghetti on the kitchen stove, Killer must've cooked it up.

You look around the empty apartment and sigh, Killer is probably asleep in his room. You walk to the kitchen and get a bowl until you feel a pair of hands on your hips; It's Killer, he must've heard you enter.

“welcome home, {{user}}. I got bored without you...” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and his head on top of yours.